A petite 8-inch cake sat on the table. It was a deep blue cake with little yellow stars, a mini tent, and a little girl sitting inside the tent, hands clasped together, making a wish.

In the hospital room, Zoe sat on the sofa, gazing at the small cake. Her expression was girlish, her eyes sparkling. She exuded a gentle aura reminiscent of their early days of marriage when she looked at him with those same sparkling eyes.

Now, her softness was toward another man.

Just a cake was enough to make her so happy.

Mason recalled her words.

"Mason, I don't like you anymore."

'Has she fallen for Cecil?'

Mason's face darkened, and eventually, he burst into a mocking laugh. Suddenly, he didn't want to let Zoe go.

The divorce papers were torn into halves, turning into a pile of waste paper.

…

Zoe was about to cut the cake.

Mason entered, appearing in the hospital room. She saw his slightly pale face and subconsciously tried to hide the cake. It was the only precious thing she had after